By Kay Heitsch
The clock was ticking. The date for our move was getting closer. I was happy Sue now had her boxes, but I still didn't have any.
If I
learned anything from Todd's death, I realized how meaningful relationships are.
When Bill called, curious about how things were going, I told him I was going back to our previous home and see everyone before our move.
When I came home from seeing friends, it started raining. It poured rain for several days. I talked to a new friend about boxes, and she suggested looking behind stores.
This didn't appeal to me getting soggy boxes, but what else was I going to do? The clock was ticking.
I kept praying and believing God would provide my boxes, just as I had told Sue.
One morning, before I started to hunt behind stores in the rain for boxes, I called the moving company again.
Lo and behold, a man answered the phone, instead of the woman. I asked about used boxes, and praise the Lord, he said they had some available.
I called Brandon to come with me, and we drove right down to the moving company. I was feeling very relieved and happy.
However, my relief and happiness ended when I walked into the office and told the office assistants why I was there.
The girl explained that she didn't know who answered the phone, but they didn't have any used boxes. Another girl suggested I go and talk to someone in another office in the building.
I decided to do that, and guess who was in the office? Roger! I was surprised to see him. He asked why I was there, and I explained what was going on.
Roger asked me to meet him around the back of the warehouse. I drove there, and a man walked out on the dock. He asked if I was the person who called about the used boxes. I told him I was.
He began telling me how sorry he was, but they didn't have any boxes. My heart sank.
Just as this dock worker was giving me the sad news, Roger walked up.
Overhearing the conversation, Roger said, "Oh, yes, we do! I want you to give Kay all the new moving boxes for her move on us!" I couldn't believe it! I was stunned!
Tears filled my eyes, and I ran over and gave Roger a big hug.
Roger explained that the day he gave me the estimate on our move, he had just returned from a trip with his wife. Roger said his wife had been diagnosed with cancer.
He continued by thanking me for giving him the "Have a Great Day - Everyday" book by Dr. Peale with my letter in it.
Roger explained that his wife loved Dr. Peale, and this book had been significant to her.
Then, Roger turned around and walked away.
The dock employee was shocked!. He asked, Who are you? How do you know Roger? I told him Roger had come to our home and given me an estimate on our move.
Much to my surprise, this guy responded, "Roger does not go out and give estimates. He owns this whole company." All I could reply was, "Well, he came out to our house."
Now the dock worker looked up our move online and began loading new boxes into the van. Now, I could start packing.
Roger had no idea why we were moving. But God did. He brought Roger to our home, and now Roger was providing the boxes I had mentioned to Sue.
Reliving this story brings tears to my eyes just remembering God's love and care.
Moving again was not something I wanted to do. But God was bringing good out of it.